THE sun doesn't half reveal some sights. I've seen enough to be put off men for life this week.

As soon as the rays break through Leigh's Mediterranean travellers unpack their shorts and trainers and troll about as though they are on the continent.

There's nothing attractive about seeing a bloke with a big belly and short legs in those revolting baggy shorts that finish mid calf topped by England shirts and finished off with a bandana, white socks and huge trainers.

However, I'm sure the males of the species might feel the same about some of the mountains of pink flesh that has been lolloping around in leggings and tight vests.

I'm staying covered up!